Unless you have a child who has experienced true fear and you have been unable to help them understand that everything was "alright", this post won't mean a thing in the world to you.
I have always approached my children with a "man-up" kind of attitude when I knew they were not really hurt because I cannot stand when parents feed into their whiny children - probably because I realize how irritating they are as adults.
BUT, there's just something about Chunkus the Monkus and the pure fear she experiences over a few random things, such as:
Unfortunately for my husband, his tee-time was not until lunch time today.
That meant that he had the pleasure of watching our daughter while I was at the doctor.
Actually, he watched our daughter in the waiting room at the doctors office.
From start to finish, only forty minutes passed.
Addie was more than occupied by the stickers and coloring sheets that the receptionists bestowed upon her and the hustle and bustle of the waiting room...not to mention all the babies everywhere!
On the way to the doctor, I told Addie where we were going.
She immediately got a very serious look on her face.
98% of the time, when she hears the word "doctor", she knows its for her.
When we pulled into the parking deck, Addie's eyes were glued to the window.
I imagine she was trying to remember if she had ever been to this doctor before.
Chris turned off the car and Addie's eyes glanced my way and I heard the sweetest little voice ask me, "doctor?".
I explained to Addie that Mommy had to go to the doctor and that Daddy was staying with her.
Once we stepped foot into the waiting room, she latched onto me and pure fear set in.
The receptionists were beyond wonderful and immediately gathered prizes for her and Addie was content to sit on my lap and ask me 212 times, "doctor?".
When I was all finished with "doctor", Addie spotted me at the check out window and her eyes lit up and that sweet little smile brightened her face as soon as she saw that I had retrieved a boo-boo band-aid from my "doctor" to give to her...because boo-boo band-aids are in the top 3 prizes Addie loves to receive.
When Chris and Addie met me back out in the hallway, I took Addie into my arms and she began to look at my hands, my arms, my neck, my face and my hair.
She was trying to find my boo-boo - you know the boo-boo that you have when you leave the doctors office.
Once she realized that I didn't have a boo-boo, her entire body relaxed.
I have added the word "doctor" to my list of things that Addie says that I must capture on video to share.
If the words, "Hey J-Rod, please watch Addie for me for a few minutes while I finish this up." happens to come out of my mouth again, be prepared for the consequences of needing a few minutes to myself.
The total number was 8.
8 tattoo's that is.
(I realize you count only 4 in the pictures below. Trust me. The number was 8.)
Julien had a pack of tattoo's and felt the need to share with Addie.
It took a rubbing alcohol/baby oil cocktail to get these bad boys off.
You just have no idea...part of me was amused, the other part - not so much.
Chunk was so incredibly proud of all of her new prizes.
She sat on the floor playing for what seemed like hours.
One of her favorite prizes was a set of matching cards - think the game Memory.
She was exhausted!
Monkus loved her new book too....I can't tell you how many times she showed me that silly blue guy eating cookies.
We somehow managed to con my family into coming over to watch Monkey for a while so that Chris and I could go out to dinner.
We are about the most pathetic people you will ever meet.
I think we were home by 9:30...I mean seriously, we're too old to go clubbing, every place in the Birmingham Metro area is so overdeveloped that there is nowhere to go parking catching fireflies and heaven forbid we would have went to a movie, we would have fallen asleep.
When I get even a hint of something in my mind, it just won't go away until I resolve it.
We were sitting at dinner one night not too long ago and I was watching Addie, when I started to wonder how she might do in a "big girl chair".
Keep in mind that according to the manufacturer of Addie's high chair, "The Svan High Chair grows with your child from childhood to adulthood. In later years, the chair's footrest becomes its seat.", so it's not like she's in a baby high chair or anything.
BUT, the idea ran through my mind and I just could not let it go.
So, I researched booster seats - like crazy - until I found one that I thought I would be satisfied with.
The hubby and I tracked it down, went and retrieved it and brought it home.
Addie wasn't exceptionally thrilled with it at first and I still don't know what she thinks about it, but I can tell you about what the rotten little baby did the second night we tried it out.
I have "my seat" that I sit in at the table.
It's mine and even when we have company, that one seat in the house is off limits.
My Rotten Little Baby Girl took the booster seat out of the seat I had it in, carried it to my seat, put it on my seat, found my water cup and put it at my place setting and then demanded that we help her onto my chair.
We backed away slowly, with me firmly telling the little beast that she had a pass - this one time, but she wasn't getting my chair.
Don't mind the messy face, the fact that she is picking up food with her hands or that she is wearing the same shirt seen in several of the last posts (that is one of the few "simple" t-shirts that she has and besides looking so pretty in blue, the t-shirt means a lot to me, so she will wear it until the seams start to burst).
As I type this now, the booster seems to be okay.
We switch back and forth between the high chair and the booster with our main concern being Addie's balance.
She has already tried her best to fall out of the booster, so it is a work in progress!
April 13, 2011
As I was getting Addie out of her car seat, her gaze was fixed past me towards the sky. When I finally had her in my arms, I turned to look in the direction to try to figure out what had her attention.
That's when I saw it...the moon.
She saw it too...and pointed.
I told her, "That's the moon. Can you say Goodnight Moon?" and she smiled.
I can't tell you how beautiful it was for her to notice the moon! The look on her face just melted my heart!
On the way home, I turned on the DVD players, hoping beyond all hope that we could get home without Addie meltdown.
Addie did okay, but she kept wanting my full attention and was very inquisitive over something that was just so sweet that it was mildly humorous.
Addie spotted her image in the reflection of the window. She was completely enamored with her image and I can't figure out if she understood what she was seeing. I told her that the window looked like a mirror and that, "that's you Sweet Girl, that's Addie".
She couldn't get enough of that Sweet Girl looking back at her...
and for all things good and whole in this world, Addie just woke up. I hope the rest of you are getting a peaceful nights sleep - and Suzanne - you better NOT come by and tell me how wonderful it was that Thomas slept through the night...just don't do it.
This was the precious moment when I first saw my baby girl. A private moment captured by my husband and blessed by our God. For those of you new to our blog, click the picture above to read the entrance into our "Wait and See World"...
...and our lives one year later. Full of miracles and a testament to God's grace.